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Rafe’s jaw tightened. “Alaric.”
“Do it.”
“She’s going to hate you.”
My gaze lifted toward the window.
Her window.
Light spilled through the curtains. A shadow moved behind them.
Nyssa.
Alive.
Here.
Where I knew where she was.
“Then she hates me.”
The words hollowed me out.
“She can hate me alive.”
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NYSSA
Ghost followed me into the kitchen. He tried not to make it obvious and that only made it worse. I opened the refrigerator. He stopped in the hallway. I reached for water. He waited. I closed the refrigerator. He moved when I moved.
Three steps behind.
Always three.
I stopped and so did he. I turned. Ghost stared back at me. Neither of us spoke. He looked uncomfortable. Good. So was I.
I walked toward the library and he followed. Past the sitting room. Followed. Toward the front door. his steps changed. Faster. I reached for the handle.
“Nyssa.”
I stopped.
First word he’d spoken since I’d come out of my room.
I looked at him. “What?”
His jaw tightened. “I can’t let you do that.”
For several seconds, I genuinely didn’t understand. Then I looked at my hand. The door. Back at him. “You can’t let me?”
“Orders.”
Of course.
“Whose?”
He didn’t answer.
